A disco nap from 9a – 12p.

Then, coffee and polichinka (between a crepe and a pancake) with feta and honey from pra diado’s (great grandfather’s) bees.

Next up, errands in town. We need to give a gold cross to baby Petar at the double baptism tomorrow. Apparently, Baba Turfina is our dealer. She had a scale and everything. I love a shrewd business woman.

We then went rogue looking at baptism outfits for Stefan. I had to say no to the bow tie/shorts combo

It seems like this is what Stefan will wear, at least for the first portion of tomorrow. I’ve been told we will strip him down after the initial prayers, he will be baptized, and then we will change him into a new set of clothes provided by the Godparents.

What happened next? I met my fashion icon, of course, and hung with the bad ass babas of Kardzhali. The orange tote, lace top, and pearls were on point.

I think I am unofficially banned from pushing the stroller.

But nobody challenges me when I scoop my sweet boy right up into my arms for a rock and sway.